An 'Amanda's Pinch' poem Her daughter, a doctor, stays always by her side. A collapsed lung has landed her at hospital. Please, let it be pneumonia, we pray, Though cancer consumes her body. Though cancer consumes her body, My aunt cherishes every single day. Her will's not been whittled, not even a little, Constantly fighting… Continue reading Cancer consumes, or: Clear-eyed
An American sentence: Defeated, the abused wife returned her friends' apartment key and left. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that… Continue reading Beginning’s end, or: Every new beginning
A textbook case of domestic abuse The friend I wrote about several days ago that has been psychologically, sexually, and physically abused by her husband has returned to him after fleeing from their home. I don't know the details, but I do know that she has spoken to him by phone; and he's agreed to… Continue reading Abused friend returns to husband
Vacation My wife, daughter, and I are on a much needed vacation in Haifa for a week. We arrived here on Friday before Shabbat (the Jewish Sabbath), in time to order prepared food and go shopping for groceries. I love how happy it makes our daughter to go to the beach with both of her… Continue reading Abused friend
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Cadae, or: Creativity verses form
A limerick Just a babe when the church took him in, Scripture's pages absorbed little Tim. He adored Bible stories but harbored deep worries cuz the "God" concept made his head swim. Twiglet #284 Turning page ‘What do you see’ Prompt #139 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for… Continue reading Swimming, or Harbored
A serious limerick Sometimes, I lock truths up in my heart for fear they could tear me apart. I can but haw and hem when I think to speak them, and when writing... even to start... smarts.
A nonet Anxiety is merely four syl~ lables: 'anx', an abbrevia~ tion for 'thanks' (for what, exact~ ly?) for one's all-consum~ ing I? e(eeeeeee), panic ringing 'tween one's ears; t(ea)? Yes! Chamo~ mile. Nonet? A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables,… Continue reading Chamomile? or: Lavender?
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